Your so-called sensible chum might throw a wobbler, warning you not to go arse over tit into a sticky wicket where even the hardest of nails are breaking out in a cold sweat. You might be tempted to tell them to stick their advice where the sun don’t shine, but they’re only looking out for your precious backside. If you choose to turn a deaf ear, don’t be surprised if they’re not there to help you scrape the egg off your face when you’ve cocked up royally in the future. Your lucky phrase this week? “Close, but no cigar.” Oddly enough, it’s not a reference to your failed attempts at smoking etiquette, but rather a cheeky reminder that sometimes, missing the mark by a whisker can be your saving grace. Now, how about that for a bit of a giggle?

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